Y’all, the apocalypse is coming and bath salts are likely the cause.

This and this both conclude that the world is beginning to go haywire. Add in Snookie’s spawn due on the Mayan apocalypse day, and you’ve got an apocalypse created for the world. Go big or go home, right? Well in the case of the endig of the world, home wouldn’t really help you either, but whatevs.

I don’t mind an apocalypse and all, I’m just kind of perturbed that the world will end when I finally finish school [which could be the actual reason the world is ending]. I mean, I’d like to at least get a paycheck or something finalizing my way into the adult world of a non-retail job full of resposibilities. On the bright side though, the world ending beforehand means less papers and tests to grade…

Prepare y’all, the world is getting inky out there.

My younger self would kill me

I was never big on name brand things when I was younger. In fact, I purposely stayed away from such things promising that I would never let myself get involved in such nonsense and spending so much money on something that only really promoted someone/something else. Those labels did nothing to help me, they only inflated egos of businesses and allowed them to continue to charge such outrageous prices for something that was actually worth much less than what was written on the price tag. I was a precocious little thing, huh?

Well, if my younger self could see me now, she’d knock me down and kick dirt on me. I’ve been sucked in. It started small with the delicious scents of Victoria’s Secret lotions, then grew to Jessica Simpson clothes and JS and Steve Madden Shoes. We already know I’m a sucker for shoes. Oh and my current bag I’m carrying all my May-mester stuff in. I curse JSimp on a monthly basis when I peruse her dresses and pumps. Girlfriend needs to stop stealing all my money. Then Vera Bradley came along. Oh Vera, you had me since the very beginning. The colors and patterns you have are gorgeous, and your bags were the first ones that could carry all my school crap without falling to pieces. Of course I needed one for each class; and then I needed a new pattern every season. Now, two years later, I have more bags than I’ll ever know what to do with to be honest. School is almost over though, and although I love your large Vera totes, they really aren’t what I want to carry around as a regular purse. My other purse was dying, and I needed to find an alternative.

I found that alternative. I fount it at Coach. I’ll admit, a few years ago I couldn’t STAND the large C’s all over EVERYTHING of theirs. Really, egotistical much? Here I stand, ashamed to say, my current bag has C’s on it. They’re pin-holed, so don’t stand out as much, but alas, I should be smacked. Then, I saw this beaut on my other addiction Pinterest

and I knew if I couldn’t have it, I needed something extremely similar. I also HAD.TO.HAVE. the bow. HAD.TO.

Enter the next bag I just got from the Factory On-Line Sale I couldn’t say no to.

All I need is the bow now. The one I wanted was sold out, but I’ll grab one next time I go up north to visit family and friends. My justification was I HAD.TO.HAVE. that bag I had seen. HAD.TO. Andplusalso, my current one is coral, and the good Lord knows that isn’t a color that will fly in the winter. What will I carry then? CALM DOWN, Y’ALL. I got this bag to take care of that first world problem.

What is even better [or worse whichever way you see it] is that I have a gift card to Coach that they wouldn’t let me use on my pretty up there. So? I have enough to get another one. OHEMGEE.

Dear younger self,

I am so sorry I have disappointed you with my weakness, but you’re in the past and I’m in the now so neener neener. Be jealous of my gorgeous things.


Present self.

Making the Switch

Well, I’ve just about made the clean switch over from Blogger to WordPress.

I’ve been dabbling with the thought of switching for the past year, and I’ve finally done it. My current issue? Remembering my password [that I just created] so I can log in through my phone. D’oh!

I have to admit, this little beaut has been around for a few days now, but I couldn’t for the life of me, figure out the whole customization and theme thing. I was getting frustrated and about peace’d out of the joint when I finally got the hang of using this stuff.

Also? I was flagged as spam for a day. That was taken care of, but for realz? My blog looked like spam? Say wha’? I realize the amount of people who actually read this is between zero and one, but that isn’t because I’m spam, it’s because what I write about doesn’t actually appeal to anyone to read. Thanks for reminding me. Awesome first impression; “Hey! Welcome, but… you know no one reads this, right?”

Pleased to meet you WordPress, I’m EMP

Royal Pains

I know in the past I’ve blogged about working out, and this time being “the one”. The one time I was going to continue my regime and be successful. Every one of those times I failed. Honestly, I’d let myself fail, because let’s be real, working out sucks. I secretly started the C25K program again, I’ll admit, back in like January. I’m STILL not done yet, but I’m still working through it. That is the goal right? To keep going? I may not be 100% up to par yet, but I haven’t completely crossed it off my list due to weather, or school, or work, or terrible shin splints, or any other excuse. I’m still pushing through it.

It also helps that the pup runs with me sometimes. His stamina isn’t as good as mine though, and with the increasing heat, it’s gettig worse. Sometimes he runs with me, and drags me down; sometimes I run by myself, and can no longer use him as an excuse for my slow running time. I am making future goals and plans though to keep myself motivated. Starting with babysteps, I plan on signing up for the Color Run next year. It looks like a heck of a lot of fun, and I want to run the entire thing. Once I’m succesful with a 5k, I’m going to slowly work up. My ultimate goal is to run the princess half marathon at disney… dressed as a princess… because I’ve always wanted to be a princess 😛

One day, I’ll be a running one.

An abated sigh

The end of my undergraduate career is coming in lightspeeds. Finals week kicks off tomorrow, and for me, ends on Wednesday.

The semester is coming to a close, and I can’t help but be excited and nervous. Excited because this semester is finally over. This is my last full semester until student teaching, and I’ll go ahead and admit that I have been checked out of this semester since about February. I don’t know if it was the subjects of classes I was in, or if the ill-fated Senioritis finally reared its ugly head at me, but I was done. I’m nervous though, because even though I’ve been anxiously waiting for this semester to end, I still want to make sure my grades are beyond superb. I’ve attempted to skate by this semester; senior year should be a cakewalk, right? I should have known better though, my skating skills have always been sub-par. Within a week, the past week, I’ve written almost 40 pages. That may not seem like much, but for a lazy math major, it is like writing Homer’s Iliad. Besides those, I’ve gotten by with little effort on many projects, but I’ve always planned to get by with minimal A’s. I want to be lazy, but I still want the grade.

The work has been somewhat rigid, and unlike what I’m used to; and honestly, I’m not really sure if any of it is actually vital to what I’ll be doing in the classroom. When I observed about a month ago, it was a breath of fresh air. I finally hit a stride and was ready to teach. Having to go back into the classroom as a student was dreadful. I wanted to teach. Now this semester is finally coming to fruition, yet with my contended sigh of relief on Wednesday, there will also be a part that is still anxious until grades are posted.

I still have two menial hurdles [a.k.a. classes] to overcome this summer, but after this week I will begin my official countdown until August. Crossing off each day putting me one step closer to my ultimate dream, and my ultimate job.